Liora's POV
This was meant for me. I am supposed to be the one in that white gown, walking down that aisle. But no, Iris is the one taking my place. She doesn't deserve it. She doesn't even look good in that dress. But I know it would look good on me. I continued lamenting, my thoughts a tangled storm of resentment and heartbreak as I stood at the corner side of the grand hall, half-hidden behind a towering marble pillar. My chest tightened in jealousy as I watched Iris walking forward. The wedding dress hugged her curves in a way that made my stomach churn with envy. That gown was meant to be mine, draping my body, announcing me as the Luna of the pack. Instead, I was relegated, my heart pounding with a bitter mix of rage.
